Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.